So it begins…
First chapter is up. More to follow in time 🙂

@giant-me I’m pretty overwhelmed when I’m on here in general so paragraphs like that just spin me out. Less is more ya know

@i-am-insane there’s one book that I always think of when I read that sort of story. Flux, by Stephen Baxter, is about very small people in the far future, living inside of a neutron star and the kinds of problems they’d have to deal with in an environment on that scale. It’s ostensibly “hard” science fiction, and the author is pretty well-known for the outlandish but supposedly plausible concepts that he brings into his stories. He’s also one of the grimmest hard SF writers I’ve read. His worlds are just very, very bleak. BUT he wrote a story that deals with the actual physics of a society of microscopic people, so props for that.

@ilikehell unfortunately… no 😭 I was bamboozled

@SmolChlo Ngl, it would be fascinating to watch someone not into size kink try to engage in it. Just watching them try to figure out what you find appealing about it. It might be attractive and definitely amusing to witness. 😆

@miss-lillipants said in I found a crumb of M/f in a manga:

someone wrote a thesis that is publicly available

Oh yeah, written by a Québécoise, no less!

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Great find, I’ll have a closer look later, but this here is interesting data :

Joyal and Carpentier (2016) surveyed the prevalence of paraphilic interests and behaviours in the general population within the province of Quebec. In their sample of 1,040 adult men and women, 46% reported a desire to engage in, and 34% indicated having engaged in, at least one paraphilic behaviour and having been sexually aroused by it

Well, that’s a much higher percentage than I would have thought! There’s still hope I’m not the only size freak around here… 😲

This isn’t related to roleplaying or size stuff specifically, but I would disagree with the idea that cheating is the point when you romantically desire someone else more than your partner. The thing about desire is that it’s not really something we can consciously control. I think it’s very unrealistic to expect that you will never see or encounter anyone who seems more desirable to you than your partner in some way, especially considering that there are eight billion people on this planet. What are the odds that the person you chose to build a relationship with is going to always and indefinitely be the most desirable person in the world to you? Very, very low. Plus people change, and relationships change over time, so you can’t expect desire to remain absolutely constant. That’s why long-term relationships are based on commitment and not on desire alone. That’s why it used to be so hard to get a divorce: it was meant to deter married people from abandoning their commitments just because they were having a bad day or a bad year, or because they saw a hot person in a bar and became infatuated.

I think there’s a world of difference between desire and action. I might hate my boss, and I might desperately want to wring his neck, but does that make me a murderer or a violent person? No. I’m not guilty of violence unless I act upon my desires, or unless I start making a plan to hurt my boss and I intend to follow through on that plan. When desire turns into action or serious intention, that’s when the line has been crossed. It’s the same way with cheating or with other “crimes.” Desire alone does not equal guilt.

Desire is involuntary, but action is voluntary. Action is something you can control, but desire is generally outside of your control…that’s the key difference. Why am I harping on this? Partly because I don’t want anyone to beat themselves up for something they can’t control. I don’t want anyone to beat themselves up for having perfectly natural and understandable desires that every human has. But the other reason is that I don’t want to see anyone use desire as an excuse. If you believe that having certain desires automatically makes you guilty, then it’s easier to rationalize certain behaviors to yourself. You might think, “I’m already guilty of cheating, because I desire someone else more than my partner…therefore I might as well do what my desires tell me to do, since I’m guilty either way!”

Chapter Five

It was the most intense climax I had ever had. It felt as if Pet had seized me by the prostate and was squeezing every last drop out of me. As dire as Pet’s straits had been lodged between my ass cheeks and balls, she would have been in far greater peril between my surging cock and manic grip.

I again wanted to relax in the afterglow, but Pet’s repose was less than secure, so I stayed slouched while I reached around my thigh and gathered her into my grip. I clasped her to my chest and kept my hand over her as she lay atop my pounding heart.

She only moved to fill and empty her lungs, her fluttering breath tickling my skin. I simultaneously wanted to hold her tight and give her the room to stretch and breathe free. Both of us were sticky, and neither of us smelled fresh.

“Let’s take a real bath, Pet,” I said.

Not a word was spoken as I eased us into the warm, soapy water. I was quite content to watch Pet glide between my legs, pull herself up by my cock, and stretch herself out on my thigh. She knew she had been a good girl, and she only had to look into my face to be reassured.

Dinner that night was beef and vegetables stir-fry with rice. I decided to have a beer, and Pet accepted a dropperful in her mug. Tomorrow I get her dining stuff, I resolved.

Toward the end of the meal, after I had nearly finished my beer, Pet surprised me again. “Sir,” she asked, “what does it feel like to have someone in your mouth?”

“Blissful,” I said without hesitation. “The world collapses until you are only aware of the sensations of the tiny person contained within you, totally at your mercy and open to your appetites.” I had no idea how long I had been waiting to tell that to someone.

Pet considered this, and she didn’t move—not even reflexively—when I leaned down to bring my face close to her.

“What does it feel like to be in someone’s mouth?” I asked recklessly.

She tilted her head and gave me a stare I had never before seen from her at this size. She seemed to think that was sufficient response, but I didn’t know what to make of it.

“C’mon, Pet,” I pressed.

“It’s fucking terrifying, whaddaya think?!” she exploded. She was so agitated that I thought she only kept her seat as a way of suppressing the instinct to flee.

“I got the impression that you liked it,” I said deliberately, trying not to provoke her further.

“What else was I gonna do? Dude, I’m four inches tall and I have no idea how to get back to normal!” she cried. “My life is basically over.” She crumpled in on herself, sobbing.

She’s as surprised by herself as I am, I thought. She knows she shouldn’t have asked me that first question, but her curiosity got the better of her and now we’re here, grieving her old life. Only way forward is through.

I reached forward and she didn’t notice or react as I gathered her into my grip and brought her close. I tried to keep a soft but solemn expression as I lightly stroked her back with the tip of my middle finger. She continued sobbing, eventually burying her face between my thumb and forefinger, right where she had bitten me the day before.

I was at a loss, and I dared not say anything just yet. It was going to take her more than a day to process this, and what she needed from me was consistency. Reliability. Practicality.

I couldn’t put her to bed like that, so I simply waited until her sobs had subsided. She raised her head to look at me, and I saw it: a pleading in her eyes, an honest hope that I could provide an answer.

“So start a new life,” I said, and put her to bed.

I didn’t sleep well. My worries about Pet were scattered and intangible, so I ended up focusing on whether I really wanted to give her sharp utensils. I couldn’t come to a confident decision about that.

Pet was more composed at breakfast; she was even forward enough to ask for sugar for her coffee. Without any premeditation, I added some sugar to my coffee, too, and for once I found the sweetness charming rather than cloying.

“Sir,” she asked, “how did class go yesterday?”

I did my best to conceal my frustration. I really didn’t want Pet dwelling on her old life, particularly something as pointless as a 100-level Poli Sci class. At the same time, her question expressed polite concern for the only other person in her new life. I dared not injure that.

“Same ol’, same ol’, Pet,” I replied.

“Do you want my help with the presentation, Sir?” It was, in fact, due in two weeks, and just that morning I had already gotten a text about it from Jeff.

“You don’t have to worry about that stuff anymore, Pet,” I said as kindly as I could. She was clearly trying to find something in the future to focus on.

“I have to go to work this afternoon, Pet,” I said, “but before that I’m going shopping. I’m gonna get you a new bed, chair, and table, all exactly your size.”

She wasn’t expecting that, and it took her a few moments to say, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.” It sounded sincere enough.

High on my own generosity, I plunged ahead. “Howabout some books or magazines?” I offered. “Would you like some of those?”

“My, my size?” she asked skeptically.

“Of course, I can make anything your size.”

“Uh, yes, yes Sir,” she said, gaining earnestness with each syllable. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Any ones in particular?”

“You choose for me, Sir.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

It was an excellent note on which to end breakfast. My heart was light as I showered, dressed, and headed out.

Work was as tedious as usual, but kept myself going by imagining Pet’s reactions to all the presents I had gotten for her. As a celebratory treat, I also picked up fresh ingredients for Chicken Parmigiano and a California red that I liked.

I had left Pet with the same chunk of cheese for her lunch, and I hoped she hadn’t made herself too full for dinner. When I entered my kitchen, she was lying on Rosa’s too-small couch. You’re gonna love this, Pet, I thought.

I set my satchel on the floor next to the kitchen table and sat down. I opened the satchel clasp and flipped the cover back, then turned to make sure Pet was watching.

“Are you ready for your presents, Pet?” I fairly sang.

Pet hadn’t moved from the couch, and I wondered if she had been more fatigued than I had realized. Even though the couch was beneath her scale, she really looked darling curled up on it. I think I’ll let her keep it.

I brought my face right next to the plexiglass. “Yoo-hoo,” I called softly.

I thought I would be disappointed when Pet opened her eyes and failed to be startled by my looming face, but instead I was relieved when she returned my smile. I’m glad to be home, too.

The first item I presented Pet with was a new bed, queen-sized just right for my lilliputian Queen. No sooner had I placed it in the terrarium than she stretched herself out on it, just as I had envisioned in the department store.

“Pull back the covers,” I said with anticipation. Pet promptly did so, running her hand across the fine sheet underneath.

Also for the terrarium was a high-backed easy chair with arm rests for reading. For the kitchen table was a cushioned dining chair and table. Her plates, bowls, drinking glasses, and utensils had all come from a thrift store, all shrunken afterward. I had hesitated over the serrated steak knife, but in the end I had decided I would have to risk a little trust.

The books and magazines required more inspiration. I resisted the urge to get her all the nerdy sci-fi I was overfamiliar with, but I did sample some well-regarded authors: Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Ursula LeGuin. I really had no clue what kind of magazines to get, beyond those with hi-res photos. I picked up issues of National Geographic, Vanity Fair, and Food & Wine.

Pet accepted the books and magazines in the spirit intended, and while she perused them I set about getting dinner ready. The trick was starting the pasta first because it was more easily interruptible than the chicken. I opened the wine early, and we both had a sip or two before we were finally ready to sit at table.

I didn’t shrink any stemware for Pet because she would be washing all her own dishes and I didn’t want her to have to worry about breaking it. I’m gonna need more eye-droppers, I thought.

The chicken and sauce turned out perfect, and I was pleased to see Pet eating heartily. I poured myself another glass of wine, but Pet declined a refill.

“Sir,” she asked, “Is this to be my new life?”

I nodded with my mouth full, chewed, and swallowed. Pet rested her hands in her lap with a forlorn expression.

“I’m just your pet,” she said softly. “Just your sex toy.”

Finally, I thought. “Yes,” I said patiently, “you are my Pet. Mine and mine alone.”

“Why me?” The question hung in the air while I fished a sliver of chicken out from between my gum and cheek with my tongue, scrutinizing her.

Because your bountiful hair snared me with its sprays and scents. Because your round ass and thick thighs lured me with their tautness and texture. Because your wide cheeks and smile enchanted me with their audacity and openness. Because your bouncy breasts and belly seduced me with their curves and capacity. And because your deep eyes intrigued me with their awareness and appetites.

“Because I wanted to take you,” I said finally, “and I had the power to do so.”

I saw Pet open her mouth for the next question, but the warning in my eyes made her think better of asking it. I refilled her wine glass with the eye-dropper. She took a sip and looked around at the giant kitchen that had become her home.

“How long do you plan to keep me, Sir?” she asked plaintively.

“As long as you are happy here,” I replied sincerely, “which I hope is a very long time indeed.”

I returned to my meal but watched Pet out of the corner of my eye. She picked up both her utensils—including the sharp knife—but she only paused a moment before cutting her chicken again and taking another bite.

When we had both finished our dinner, I cleared and rinsed my dishes and filled a small wash basin to soak Pet’s dishes until she could get to them later. I then retrieved the small couch from the terrarium and set it on the kitchen table underneath the magnifier lamp. It was time for Pet’s final present.

She remained seated at her dining table as I got up and went to my jacket to collect a small tub of coffee creamer from the pocket. The seal was slightly open from when I had emptied it before I left work.

I sat back at the table and set the creamer tub next to the couch. I pulled the seal back all the way, removing it, then beckoned Pet to approach. I was pleased to see from her gait that she retained some curiosity about my acquisitions.

The top of the tub only came up to her knees, so she knelt and peered down into it. Her head snapped back up, her eyes searching my face for affirmation or explanation. I smiled and nodded, and she looked back down and reached into the tub.

When Pet withdrew her arm, her fist was clutching a fellow who had woken up that morning at least six feet tall but was now less than an eighth of an inch tall. I had been concerned that I would injure or kill him when I used the tweezers to pick him up from the restroom floor, particularly as he had been trying to evade me. Next time I should put my finger over the end of a straw and use the force of vacuum when collecting micros.

Gazing through the magnifier, I saw the expression of amazement and delight spread across Pet’s face as she brought her toy close. She chuckled as the microscopic man struggled in vain to escape her grasp.

“You wanted to know what it was like,” I said gently, trying not to intrude too much. Pet raised her face to me with an appraising expression I had never seen before. It was almost as if we were seeing each other for the first time.

“What’s his name?” she asked.

“I didn’t ask,” I said. “Why don’t you give him a name?”

She smirked and looked at her toy. “He looks like a Dick,” she said.

“‘Dick’ it is,” I proclaimed.

“Hi, Dick!” she chirped at her toy, grinning irrepressibly. Dick’s struggles became even more animated.

“Be quiet,” she said testily. Pet looked back to me.

“What should I do with him?” she asked with a leer.

“Do whatever you like,” I replied, “so long as I get to watch.”

Pet turned her full attention to Dick. She sat on the couch and set him down in front of her. She folded her hands in her lap as he got to his feet.

“You have been irreversibly shrunk,” she said with the imperiousness of a vice principal. “You will live out the rest of your days as my toy.” Dick’s protests were inaudible to me, but Pet cut them off. “Remove all your clothing now,” she said bluntly, “or I’ll break your neck.”

I knew she could feel my scrutiny, but she kept her impassive eyes on her plaything as he undressed. When he was completely nude, she plucked him by one wrist and dangled him in front of her face.

Dick’s legs flailed furiously as Pet’s mouth opened. Her tongue darted out and lapped between his legs, then returned to her palate for the savoring. Her face split into a triumphant grin, and my heart warmed with pride.

Pet opened her jaws even wider, and I could see her shudder with excitement as she slowly brought Dick over her waiting maw. I couldn’t hear his screams, but it was clear Pet was enjoying them. Then she let go and he dropped into her mouth.

She caught him with her teeth about his chest and back, and one of his arms was still free to press and pound on her upper jaw. I thought she might have bitten down when she smiled at his predicament, but I couldn’t see any blood.

Pet shut her eyes and puckered her lips around Dick’s neck, and I could see her tongue pulsing in her throat. She took several deep inhalations as she savored his struggles between her lips, then she dutifully raised her face to my gaze. I wish she could have seen his wide terrified eyes as she sucked him entirely inside.

From that point I could only discern what was happening with Dick from Pet’s expression and posture. She kept her eyes closed and lay back on the couch, and when she put one hand to her chest I thought she might have swallowed him. Her breathing was very shallow and her face was quite still. Her throat muscles, however, were still twitching and I concluded that her tongue must still be having its way with him.

Finally, Pet tipped her head back and I saw the bulge of Dick’s passage down her throat. There was nothing to do or say, just breathe and imagine the sensation of Dick filling Pet’s stomach and meeting his doom.

When I took Dick I had had no firm idea of what would happen to him, but in retrospect it seemed inevitable. Pet had disposed of him rather quickly, but I had surprised her and she hadn’t had time to contemplate anything more elaborate.

Look at you. What must you be feeling right now? Her eyes were still shut, and her lips were tightly pursed. Her hand was still at her chest, fingers splayed wide.

I had to hold her. Pet opened her eyes but did not otherwise react when I gathered her up in both hands and brought her close. I closed one thumb over her belly. I couldn’t detect any movement, but she smiled satisfactorily as she placed both hands on top of my thumb.

“Well,” I asked, “how was it?”

“I get it now,” she replied after a moment. “This is the way of things.”

There was nothing to do but kiss her, right on the front of her head from the bridge of her nose to her crown.

“Who was he?” she asked after I had brought her back under my gaze.

“Just some rando, minding his own business,” I replied.

“So an innocent person, then.”

“I don’t know about ‘innocent’.” I might have taken him because he was tall and he looked like he took it for granted, but that didn’t matter to Pet. “He didn’t do anything wrong to me, if that’s what you mean.”

“You just took him because you could.”

“And because it pleased me to give him to you.”

Pet looked up at me for several moments with an inscrutable expression. I felt judged, and I welcomed her judgment. I craved it, in fact. She let out a deep breath, and a rueful smile crept across her face.

“I can see why you do it,” she admitted.

I channeled my relief into a broad smile. As much as her sympathy meant to me, however, her happiness meant more.

I started caressing her over her clothes with my thumb on her belly, making wider and wider circles until it was fondling her boobs and pressing on her crotch. My tongue stirred insistently. I sought one last affirmation from her, but I was in no position to request it. In the end, I let my eyes speak for me: You are mine to play with, and I will never let you go.

Pet lay back in my hands and raised her arms until they rested above her head against my fingers. She relaxed her legs and let my molesting thumb nudge them apart. Her breathing was deep and even, and her heartbeat felt strong. Her lips were skewed enigmatically, but I had no doubt what her eyes were saying in reply to mine: I am yours.

HERE ENDS VOLUME TWO

Many, many thanks to @Taedis for her assistance with this story.

@hentaihunter1 said in Mika's Interview, a F/f comic:

Lovely comic. I do hope you continue with more of your talented work.

Thank you 🙂 I feel very encouraged to keep going and keep improving, and I’ll keep posting here if people are interested!

@diminution-man said in Mika's Interview, a F/f comic:

@countdowntoshame Thanks for sharing!

I hope that we get to see a whole bunch of ways that Mika “gets even” with Lily in the future.

For that matter, I hope we also get to see even more reasons that Lily deserves it (that’s the problem with free-range tinies – they’re always causing some sort of mischief 😏 )

I’m thrilled to be able to share my work where people actually want to see it 😄

And absolutely, wherever they go and whatever they do, I always want to make sure Lily & Mika keep that playful back-and-forth. Their size difference offers so many ways for both of them to toy with the power imbalance within the safety of their relationship.

I am also interested in exploring how Lily got to be small, figuring out the mechanics of size in their world and then using that to drive fun stories. Maybe they find a way to switch for a little while! 🤔

@i-am-insane Anyone remember those moments of calm in the first Life is Strange game? Max would be laying on the bed with Cloe, or just sitting somewhere, the camera would just float around in the environment, phasing in and out of focus…

I can imagen a scene featuring a giant/tiny cuddling being a bit like that.

@Olo I counter the “entirely for children” with Gold Bikini. That fan service wasn’t just for the kids to enjoy. 😛

HH1

@everwinter810 my favourite size is between 1-4 inches but mostly 1"

Oh wow. I feel like preference for us (us as in our DID system) shifts at a moment’s notice. Sometimes the preference is towards shrinking; other times, it’s towards giants.

Even more outer ideas we’ve gotten is when nobody knows who’s shrunk/tiny, and if the other side is actually giants in the world or not. Just to make things a tad more interesting/complex.

@Olo said in Quick survey for a story idea...:

Coiled Fist has some talented M/m animators.

Yup, and they also have some of best GenAI synthographers I’ve seen! It’s crazy how much talent there is in the M/m part of the community.

“GTSbois” hehe… I’m stealing that! 😁

@technomage True, I have to admit I have that dark side of me too that enjoys the power, and I want a partner who can accept that kinky side of me as well. I dream of that often.
Dark side Kelly Clarkson video

@miss-lillipants said:

At the risk of sounding dismissive, it is a fantasy after all.

At the risk of sounding snobby, I’m hoping to meet a higher standard.

Yeah, nice try convincing us that any of that bothers you at all 😛

It bothers me quite a bit, actually. I’ll work on expressing myself more convincingly.

@tiny-ivy said:

I’ll probably never actually write it, since it wouldn’t be a kink story at all. It would just be a tragedy with sci-fi elements.

I’d still want to read it.

@Nyx said:

This is my experience as well, and why a lot of giantess and shrunken woman content doesn’t appeal to me. In terms of giantess content, there isn’t a lot of content that focuses on how desirable the tiny man is; the focus is usually on the woman because the creator can’t imagine himself as being the object of desire. I see the same thing with a lot of shrunken woman content, where the man isn’t supposed to be desirable and is often just depicted as a hand or other faceless non-entity.

I see this as an artistic failure on the part of the author. As a writer it’s my duty to make my story accessible to everyone, not just the people who share my specific kink.

@i-am-insane said:

outside of like, fan girls, I’m not really sure I’ve seen examples of people saying, ‘this man is hot!’ beyond poorly written porn/power fantasies, and even then it’s rare. Meanwhile, women being viewed as attractive is all over the damn place.

This is exactly what is meant by “the (straight) male gaze.” You can also see it in the cultural assumption that men who work on their body, their clothing, or their grooming must be gay.

as a man I’m not sure how I’d write a man as being attractive. Part of it is I don’t get it, true, but it just feels weird at some level to even think that way.

As far as I can tell, the best way to learn how to describe an attractive man is to read writing by people who find men attractive.

@TakoAlice8 said:

My personal thoughts on this type of trope is that it is a little difficult to tackle where trans people are put in this trope, but I am very glad the post that started this thread included trans people. Then again, I don’t write, I just read, so I could be wrong about how hard it is to implement trans people in this trope.

In the past I have railed against the “all men and only men shrink” scenario because I (perhaps uncharitably) suspected insecure straight shrunken men of adding an unnecessary and illogical constraint just to avoid any possibility of encountering a giant cock. I become even more uncharitable when all the women instantly adapt to the new world order and have identically dehumanizing attitudes toward all shrunken men. It’s the lazy writing in service of a too-transparent thirst that offends me.

I have since become less strident on this issue and allowed that there can be multiple reasons for scenarios like this and that different writers can put their own unique spin on it. I still insist on there being some explanation for this phenomenon other than “it fuels my fetish.”

The trans issue is delicate. I recall @Taedis saying that they wanted to attempt an “all men shrink including transmen” story. I don’t think I’m equal to writing a story in this vein, and if I did I would probably be obnoxious enough to have some trans people grouped with their identified gender and some grouped with their birth-assigned gender.

@jitensha meant to get back to this. I live how well you conveyed how noxious and terrifying the building died was for your shrunken insert character after she fell into the pissy shitty water.

After everything she went through, her humiliation is far from over. One of my favourite touches was imaging the ear piercing toot Nadia let’s out. Innocuous to a normal sized human, but loud as thunder and intimating enough your shrunken insert made the difficult choice of blocking her ears instead of shedding her nose and mouth from the putrid smell and taste of Nadia’s inavsive hurricane forced flatulence. Sounds eye watering 🥵.

I love how frantically you shout and plead, hoping to be heard as a colossal collection of feces slowly erupts from Nadia’s gapping winking asshole. 😉

And a stool bigger than the logs of fallen trees looms over your tiny fragile body. Again, the smell must be so toxic. I love the final acceptance of your present reality and you try to escape as smoller fecal meteorites sprinkle down around you until we reach the money shot.

A fabulous ending not only I’d your entire lower body been painted brown with the rancid stench of a goddess’ waste, she jet sprays a torrent of piss straight into your hair. I’m hopeful a few cup fulls of piss and shit landed into your hair, and snorted up your micro nostrils while you choked trying not to swallow 😇

@Olo Oh right! I totally forgot that Borrowers are a thing. For tinies they’re quite mobile, much to my dismay… 😥

Yes, the yandere trope is somehow overused, but you add some G/t and it becomes ten times better. There’s this scenario stuck within my head (probably very soft for most connoisseurs), in which a giant is so impulsive he grabs the lil lady without care whenever he wants, and he’s always there as he is always stalking her. The giant brings her to his home without her consent and makes some arrangements, so she can live with him, ignoring any of her opinions and of course being possessive and delusional. It’s so sweet… The cherry on top is the tiny woman actually liking being treated like this, even if the giant is scary at times.